ᕦ(ò_óˇ)ᕤ: dreams about who??
ʕ•ᴥ•ʔ: kinda sub mike; friends to whatever; mike wasnt supposed to be subby; kinda mean reader???; oral m receiving;
“how come we never even dated?” he breathed out while his hands were reaching the bowl of popcorn resting on your legs. the smell filled the basement, mixing itself with the light stench of the boys playing DnD for days at end.
“what?” his words made no sense.
“yeah, we’ve been friends for a long time, we kissed-“
“it was spin the bottle mike” you laughed.
“still 7 great minutes in heaven. besides, i would totally bang you YN, you know that” he kept on munching on his popcorn, unaware of the storm of thoughts he just caused you. “oh my god, mike are you horny or what? why are you telling me this?” you took the bowl and left it on the floor, suddenly hyperaware of the closeness of his body. he was laying next to you, his shoulder brushing yours, his feet over yours.
“you’re insulting me YN. i.. i had a dream and it left me curious.”
“a dream? what kind of dream?” you asked, you hands fidgeting with your bracelets. “okay dont laugh. w-you’re already laughing YN cmon! it was a wet dream. yeah dont make that face, its not like i can control my dreams. it just sparked some curiosity” he was blushing furiously, stuffing his mouth with popcorn in order to distract himself.
“okay okay i will stop laughing. but now im the one who’s curious, what was the drea-“ “no YN im not telling you that” he moved his legs away, trying to create some distance between you guys. “oooh come on mikey, dont be embarassed! ive had wet dreams too its normal.”
“wet dreams about me?” he asked, the entirety of his question was reflected on his raised eyebrows, a hint of excitement hidden behind his eyes.
“w- i-uhhh.. yeah?” you stumbled with words as you tried, really hard, not to say the truth, only to end up saying it anyways.
“then ill tell you mine if you tell me yours” he held out his hand, a mischievous grin hiding behind his dark locks. his was letting his hair grow after meeting Eddie in high school, in a couple of years he had grown a wig basically, his curls falling gently on his shoulders, sometimes he even let you cut the ends, just to make you happy.
“o-okay” you could have just lied, saying anything and nothing at the same time, yeah that was the plan. “well i- umh, it wasnt that weird, just us making out and you know..” you were feeling so embarrassed, you really couldnt get the courage to tell him how hot and bothered you felt that night when you woke up after dreaming of him taking you in the exact basement where you were now chilling. you couldnt tell him how you dreamt of him undressing you and telling you to suck him off, while he looked at your naked body, pressed against his legs.
“oh cmon YN it’s not fair! you’re not giving me details, cmon dont make me beg.” he took your hands and placed them in front of his face, begging you using your own hands. his palms were sweaty and his long fingers pressed against yours. “then you go first!” you pulled your hands away from him.
“okay. well yeah it’s awkward, but it’s just a dream ok? dont be weird about it.” he moved back a little, crossing his legs. “okay so we were umh here, actually” he looked around, avoiding looking at your eyes, hiding behind his flushed cheeks and long fringe. the fact that he too had dreamt of you together in his basement made you almost shiver, has he ever thought of you that way? you werent sure about what to think, he was your best friend, a bit of an idiot and an awkward guy, but still just your best friend. yes a couple of years ago you kissed, made out, dared by your friends while playing spin the bottle, and yes you kept thinking about that night from time to time, how sweet he looked up close with his freckles spread across his face, dewey lips smeared of your lip oil and chest going up and down from the lack of air caused by your own kisses.
“i guess i just wanted to make a move and kissed you, first you slapped me, like a playful slap i think, then you kissed me too and we just kept on kissing and touching each other and then i was naked. like fully like i swear my bare ass was on this filthy carpet and you just kept teasing an- and kept like touching my dick but not fully like seriously just brushing it with your fingers, damn that was so hot” he started blabbering about his dream and just went on and on and didnt look like he would stop anytime soon, which was actually a good thing given the fact that you were beginning to feel a little bit too hot to even register what he was saying, let alone answer in any way that made sense.
“like i dont even get why i was the only one naked, but that kinda felt ho- i swear im not that submissive in bed YN, ask Ruby from political science! A-anyways then i— are you okay?” you realised you’ve been holding your breath the entire time. “w-what? ye-s” you couldnt tell him how your legs were getting restless trying to get some sort of friction that could ease the ache in between your thighs.
“am i making you uncomfortable?” he asked, but you knew he wasnt honest, you knew he was doing exactly that, he was trying to get a reaction out of you, if that wasnt the case then why was he caressing your knee? why was he getting closer and closer to you?
“n-o no, it’s umh getting interesting thats it” you tried to mask the horniness in your voice, how his presence made you feel and how his telling was making you wet. “do you want me to stop?” he asked, his soft voice, almost a whisper, was hiding his true intention.
“no” you whispered back, his warm hand still resting on your knee, his fingers tracing small circles on your bone, his other hand casually falling behind your back, circling your waist as if trying to make you more comfortable.
“then umh, i started jerking off, and you-“ he slowly made his way upwards with his hand, travelling across your body, meeting your waist and resting there. “you started taking your clothes off, putting on a real show”
you couldnt bare the warmth radiating from his body, from his touch, so you just spat out “mike are you getting hard?”
“yes, ‘msorry YN” his head fell on your shoulder, pressing your back against the couch even more, small vibrations given by his nervous laugh shaking you. “it was so hot YN you dont understand” he rested there, head nestling on your shoulder, arms circling your waist. “a-and then what happened?”
“what?” he raised his head, looking at you with his big dark doe eyes.
“i wanna know what happens next mike” you ask him, every little sign of dignity already down the drain.
“y-you get naked a-and i cant stop jerking and you laugh at me cause i look pathetic. i think i-i have a kink for that, for your laugh. i mean you laughing at me i think.” as he kept talking you raised your hand, caressing his neck, slowly and gently leaving the hot trail of your touch up till his adam’s apple. then you breathed on the side of his neck, taking your tongue out, slowly licking a long strip.
“fuck YN a-are you serious?” he held the back of your head as you kept leaving sloppy kisses down his throat, not pressing you, but gently making sure you were actually there. “keep talking” you whispered on his skin, his chin held in your hand.”shit i-is this happening? o-okay umh shitshitshit yes. and i was jerking a-and you just started touching me and jerking me and it was the hottest vision i could ever have an-and fuck, you kept smiling at me and then you leaned in front of me and started sucking me off and oh fuckyesyn” he went like a train, he couldnt stop talking and breathing fast and you could feel his heartbeat press onto your lips. then, you started palming his through his pants, and he was right he was so hard it was almost pathetic, but you wouldnt laugh, not now.
“c-can i touch you YN? p-please” he was begging now, which made you laugh a little, just a little, but it was enough to get a reaction out of him, a faint whine, which was probably the hottest sound you have ever heard. “p-please YN ill make you feel good”
“but i wanna make you feel good, mickey” it was such a cliché, using that stupid nickname in this kind of situation knowing you could get a reaction out of him. “fucking hell YN yes do whatever you want, w-whatever”. you kept stroking his dick through his pants, kissing his jaw and stroking the curls at the back of his head, it was all too much.
“can you pull your pants down mike?” you asked.
“yesyesyes” he frantically pulled down his pants and his underwear, his dick sprung up and it was hard, and his tip was of a angry pink and you could see the precum leaking. “im- please YN” “why dont you touch yourself mike? i wanna see how you did it in your dream” you took his hand and placed it around his dick. he started stroking it immediately, never breaking eye contact, his cheeks were flushed and his eyes almost teary, few beads of sweat spread across his forehead. you smiled at him, and leaned forward, placing just an innocent peck on his lips, before helping him with your other hand. “kiss me for real YN, 7 minutes in heaven style, please”
you smiled again, amused at his desperation, before kissing him properly, your tongues meeting instantly as he moaned in your mouth, clearly overwhelmed by you jerking him off after all this teasing.
you interrupted the kiss, despite his moans of protest, just to get lower and lower towards his abdomen, towering his aching boner, before taking away his hand and licking his shaft up till his tip. “oh m- my god yes YN you’re so good to me, i-i fuck i dreamt of this so much you have no idea” you hummed on his dick, feeling the choke given by his length making you gag as you fully sucked him, helping yourself with your hand. his hands went to your head, carefully taking your hair off your face and gently pulling them, only to hear a muffled moan from you, which made him pull a little tighter.
“let me come YN pleas- oh fuck- please lemme come ‘fyou” he only lasted a couple of minutes, before you could feel his hips jerk upwards uncontrollably “YN baby mov- fuck” you kept sucking him off, wanting to taste him, to finally get the idea of him inside you out of your mind, and before he could pull out he was coming in your mouth in waves of pleasure.
“f-fuck im sorry YN i-im sor-” you sucked him clean, before shutting him up again with a kiss, making him taste himself on your tongue.
“you didnt have to YN” he kept repeating as he kissed your face, his hands holding your cheeks as if you were his most prized possession. “i wanted to mike” you answered every time, laughing in between kisses. “i wanna make you feel good too YN, lemme ‘kay? i wanna show you how my dream ended” he said as he started cupping your breasts with his hands, kissing your neck.
